Second Sons Game Novels & Stories

“Yeah but, you have warrior and Alpha stuff to do.” “I’m hungry,” Ayda says, turning her smiling face from Cathal to me. I watch her mouth, then look up into her eyes, smiling at her. I see her recognize that I like her smiling and her smile gets even bigger. “Damn you’re beautiful,” I say quietly to her. “No kissing, Dad! It’s my time!” my son complains. “No promises,’ I say, winking at my mate as we get to the bottom of the stairs and one of my warriors gets my attention. I keep my mate and son in my eyesight as the warriors tells me he has something that the patrols want me to check out.

"Xin Ran, you were reborn for a reason." The goddess' voice was soft and emotional as if her death had brought the goddess some pain. With pain emitting all over her body, she relived a memory she thought she had forgotten. Images of a battlefield appeared in her mind. She saw her own corpse, and a man loomed over her. His eyes were crestfallen and dark, the aura of death.

I murmured, my thumb rubbing the soft skin of her jawline. "The same way I handle a sweep team," she said, a tiny, chilling smile touching her lips. "We find the leverage. Every man on that board has a secret, Malakai. Arthur kept a secondary database of every politician, judge, and CEO he ever bought. When I took the core ledger, I did not just take the money files. I took the blackmail." She pulled away from my grip, walking over to the Pelican case in the corner. She returned with a small, unbranded silver flash drive. She slid it into the secondary port of my satellite terminal.

He doesn't look too impressed. "Have a seat," he tells him coldly. Julian flashes me a glance and again, I can’t help him. If I show him any affection now, Lorenzo will probably snap his neck before the appetizers are served. "So," Grandpa starts, "What’s the name?" "Julian, sir," he says, sounding confident. "Julian Miller. I’m a—" "How are you okay with this?" Dad cuts in sharply. "Dating my daughter. How are you okay with this when you know exactly who she is?"

I had just finished my plans to take revenge on Evie, but the moment I got off my plane, I got a call from the director of the orphanage. By the time the call ended, I stood there, frozen. Five black cars were parked outside the orphanage gates when I arrived. Before I could process anything, two men in dark suits escorted me inside. While I was still in a daze, an old man grabbed my hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears. "We've finally found you, my boy! It's been twenty years, but now this old bag of bones can die peacefully!"

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

“Reagan, this is insane. You can’t be serious. You can’t—” “I am,” he said, voice calm as ever. His grandfather was only a few feet away now. Those aged eyes studied us closely. Judging, measuring. “I know how much the family’s reputation matters,” Reagan said, his tone like cold steel. “And I know what happens if this leaks. But the wedding can still go on.” Then he turned me slightly, gesturing toward me. “With Tara De Carrillo.” It felt like lightning hit me. “You’re insane!” I snapped, my voice finally cracking. I tore my hand from his. “Do you hear yourself? You want me to take my twin sister’s place at the altar—after she ran away? You think this is some kind of game?”

"Don't worry, Lily. I won't let anything happen to you. We'll figure this out together." Lily felt a sense of relief wash over her as Ethan held her close. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. She had never felt so alive, so desired. As they lay in bed, Lily's mind raced with questions and fears. How had Mark found her? And what was he planning to do? She knew she had to be careful, to stay one step ahead of him. But as she drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with thoughts of Ethan, she couldn't help but feel as if she was playing a dangerous game.

At this point, I could do anything to save my mum. "I'm sorry little mutt, we can't take any chances. She is a threat and she has to be killed." He answered me looking at me without any ounce of remorse. Suddenly, I was infuriated. "So because she almost killed two of your guards, you want to kill her? Shouldn't you be ashamed of that? A sick old woman could do that to two of your warriors? Doesn't that speak volumes about your leadership? If you can't train your pack well such that an old woman could do this.